Post by Novus Sapinti on Sept 11, 2008 8:11:23 GMT -5
Since his arrival at Firefox University, Novus Sapinti had a good year. He didn’t teach much, yet still he had gotten more then he could have ever dreamed of! He had arrived only for the second half of the year, and he had spent the summer hiking the Spanish Mountains, yet the exuberance, the excitement, the… nervosità of this country was much to Novus’ delight.
As the new school year begin, the Italian noticed that slowly… all the Professors would disappear, simply vanish. Was it from all the pazzo thing he hear of the dark wizards and the likes? Novus hoped dearly that he would not have to teach for all the professors that had svanire, as much as he loved to tutor about magic. Some of that classes would be a joy to teach, a life passion even, yet the sad joyful fact that the loyal headmaster had found many new Professors to instruct the students. Perhaps Novus could simply spend the new school year focusing on helping his students learn the vial miscellaneous things about the world around them. In the end he was informed at the last second that still his services had been called upon as the sostituto.
Transfiguration: something that was… simply fun to teach. It seemed like a subject unpractical unless you could master it, yet still something that knowledge was of the essence to accomplish. It was not logical in the basic sense of things; it was so very powerful. He had already decided not to impose his theories that he was infamous for and was the reason why he had been almost kicked out before, he would simply teach.
His hair, the magnifico style of utmost perfection, pared with his perfect Italian tan and features. Sure he was vain in his dark jeans and black collared shirt, top few buttons undone, but he had reason to be so vain! The young Italian always prided himself on his looks, with much reason, but even still, he strange brain seemed to keep some of the young femmina students from falling for him.
The Transfigurations classroom was tall, with arched windows letting in the southern sun, this classroom looked old, yet still magnificent. The ceiling was not flat, but had spins running up the wall space between each window, meeting in a star shape on the ceiling about twenty feet above. The desk was very classic and boring, just as the rest of the chairs appeared. Sighing, Novus did not want to turn this room into a magical mostrarsi, but it was boring!
Taking his wand out, Novus walked around, he transfigured each chair to be a very comfortable, modern, colored, practical seat, smooth medal legs and supports, and paired each one with it’s own metallic desk, about two feet by two feet, with a metal rim about an inch high. It was a flawless style, the colors and metal, yet it would be perfect for class! The Italian decided not to mess with the desk, he didn’t need it anyway. The end result turned the classroom into a clashing blend of modern and ancient, yet it was… enthralling.
Sitting on his desk, Novus looked around the large room, grinning at his accomplishment, as he waited for students to show up. He had a lot in store for them!
As the new school year begin, the Italian noticed that slowly… all the Professors would disappear, simply vanish. Was it from all the pazzo thing he hear of the dark wizards and the likes? Novus hoped dearly that he would not have to teach for all the professors that had svanire, as much as he loved to tutor about magic. Some of that classes would be a joy to teach, a life passion even, yet the sad joyful fact that the loyal headmaster had found many new Professors to instruct the students. Perhaps Novus could simply spend the new school year focusing on helping his students learn the vial miscellaneous things about the world around them. In the end he was informed at the last second that still his services had been called upon as the sostituto.
Transfiguration: something that was… simply fun to teach. It seemed like a subject unpractical unless you could master it, yet still something that knowledge was of the essence to accomplish. It was not logical in the basic sense of things; it was so very powerful. He had already decided not to impose his theories that he was infamous for and was the reason why he had been almost kicked out before, he would simply teach.
His hair, the magnifico style of utmost perfection, pared with his perfect Italian tan and features. Sure he was vain in his dark jeans and black collared shirt, top few buttons undone, but he had reason to be so vain! The young Italian always prided himself on his looks, with much reason, but even still, he strange brain seemed to keep some of the young femmina students from falling for him.
The Transfigurations classroom was tall, with arched windows letting in the southern sun, this classroom looked old, yet still magnificent. The ceiling was not flat, but had spins running up the wall space between each window, meeting in a star shape on the ceiling about twenty feet above. The desk was very classic and boring, just as the rest of the chairs appeared. Sighing, Novus did not want to turn this room into a magical mostrarsi, but it was boring!
Taking his wand out, Novus walked around, he transfigured each chair to be a very comfortable, modern, colored, practical seat, smooth medal legs and supports, and paired each one with it’s own metallic desk, about two feet by two feet, with a metal rim about an inch high. It was a flawless style, the colors and metal, yet it would be perfect for class! The Italian decided not to mess with the desk, he didn’t need it anyway. The end result turned the classroom into a clashing blend of modern and ancient, yet it was… enthralling.
Sitting on his desk, Novus looked around the large room, grinning at his accomplishment, as he waited for students to show up. He had a lot in store for them!